Those Battlefield moments

tl;dr version BELOW IS REGULAR STORY: I was playing BF4 with my friends when I was on my way to kill a recon who killed me and I decided to try and kill him before I left when I tried to knife him and he spawned in and killed him before I can get to him.

Location: Rouge Transmission
Gamemode: Conquest Large
Friends: Dillon and Blake
Class: Support
Platform: Console (PlayStation4)

This one time I was playing BF4 with my friends late at night and I was having kind of a bad night when this Recon killed me from across the map, I decided to take revenge before my nightly slumber, I looked upon the map and seen him in the boundaries of where I can step, after my respawn I was on a quad bike with a fellow support, he left the bike upon the hill and I took the controls, then I began my journey, I looked over the area and chose the best way to get to the Recon was to cut straight through the enemy the only issue the zone was completely locked down, I can see MBTs and LAVs moving through the area it would be near suicide trip, but my hatred for him grew with each death of my fellow comrades, I decided to go since there was not much time nor tickets, I had to hasten my feet and my mind, I veered down the mountain towards the area, I shot passed one after another until I seen a LAV making it’s way up the hill, luckily the MBT had taken a different route underneath the radar dish I was just lucky enough to get passed him, after that moment it was smooth sailing I checked my map, I can see a marker from where he was firing on my friends, I was steadfast urging for the kill the blood upon his tags there was nothing like it… I made a trip behind him, he didn’t move lucky for me; then… I saw him, I equipped my knife so eager for the kill, I can feel it I’m so close to seeing the eyes of my kill, and seeing the ‘Enemy Killed’ pop-up, I was upon him until… He stole it from me, my friend spawned in as I heading for him he stole it… HE STOLE IT, I don’t remember much after that, all I remember is… rage… unbridled rage…

That’s a whole lot of commas

What makes battlefield so awesome are those “moments”. It could be even a really awesome way how you died.
One of mine (do this frequently since 1942). Ride a Humvee/dirt bike and mount turret, be chased by helicopter/plane, blast out of sky with 50 cal ammo.
Every single time its awesome.